Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 264 Dragonfly

Ancient string magic is a rare magic that can be passed down through the replacement of civilizations.In fact, in terms of the strength of the spell, the lethality of string magic is average, but the interesting thing is that the person who used this spell was actually an elf.

This is a spell unique to human wizards.

However, there were too many things worthy of Cyril's attention at this time, and the string magic used by this elf made him careless.He stood up holding the slender corpse in his hand. The body of this monster was like a dragonfly, almost as thick as a fist, and its color was a mixture of blue and yellow, with yellow as the main body.

He groped around a few more times, and found the cut-off half of the monster's head—the two huge compound eyes looked hideous and creepy under the light of the surrounding plants, which made people with dense phobia look at it. With a few glances, it is estimated that he could die suddenly on the spot.Transparent dragonfly wings are longer than a human arm.The only part of the body that is not similar to a dragonfly is its jaws. As the elf said, this is the mouth of an amphibian, not the "mouthparts" of an insect.

From the moment he heard the elf's description, Cyril had already guessed the identity of this monster, and the corpse was just to confirm his guess.

"My lord, do you know its name?" Alina leaned forward and reached out to touch the body of the monster.Her hands were so small that she couldn't even hold the elongated body that had a weird metallic and scaly texture, but was extremely smooth as a whole.

"I know, it's a dragon fly. With a meager amount of dragon blood, you can think it's a Yaya Yalong."

Cyril didn't show any tricks, he said, he casually plucked out the compound eyes of the monster, dug out a red gland from its brain with a sword, and threw it into the space bracelet.

"Yaya Yalong?" Elena didn't understand the word, "Does it mean that the relationship with the dragon is very far away?"

"Yes." Cyril nodded, "Its attack method is to bite, and it will trigger a poisonous spell at the moment it bites the opponent. The effect is similar to 'weakness'. The gland I just tore off is to activate the spell." The key to it can be used as medicine."

He paused, stepped forward and patted the elf's shoulder lightly: "You are really lucky. Ordinary medicine powder can't cure this poison. You have to ask a water mage to cure it."

Raz opened his mouth. He seemed to want to look back and see who in this peculiar "patrol team" looked more like a water mage, but Cyril asked a question, which interrupted his miscellaneous thoughts:

"It seems that you were unlucky enough to be attacked by a swarm of dragon flies. I want to know the number of these swarms of dragon flies."

"This... I don't know. I only know that the rattan net we weaved was torn by them almost instantly. The rattan net is seven meters long and four or five meters high." Raz looked cold, "Then my Companions..."

"Dragonflies don't like to eat their prey immediately. After hunting, they usually like to take it back to their lair and enjoy it slowly. The weakening effect can ensure that the prey has no ability to resist."

Cyril looked at the astonishment and pain on the elf's face, and comforted him: "But your luck is very good, this should be an unusual situation."

"Unusual?" Laz froze for a moment, wondering.

Then he saw the young man in front of him turn around and ask backwards, "Miss Misha, have you heard of the name Longfly?"

As the voice of the most beautiful singing bird in the dense forest replied: "Never heard it, my kindred, it is not a creature favored by the gods of nature."

The boy turned back and spread his hands to him: "Look, they are a group of outsiders, and they don't have a nest. So they will choose to build their nests in place - if there is no stream in the place where you are fighting, they will do this, because they hate water .”

Raz felt that his legs were about to be frightened, and the boy's words made him seem to have found a life-saving straw. He quickly pointed forward and said hurriedly: "It's not far ahead, we will arrive soon, my lord , look..."

He couldn't help but even called Cyril an "adult", without even noticing himself.But the young man who had been urging him before waved his hand and said instead:
"Tearing the vine net in an instant, the number of this group of dragon flies should be around [-]. If your companions can get away with cleaning up half of the number... Forget it, let's just think that there are still twelve dragon flies left. .”

For players, the Dragon Fly is a monster they are more familiar with.Their speed is extremely fast, their strength is medium, and their mutated bodies are not as fragile as ordinary dragonflies. They may even shoot knives, and they also have poison spells triggered by bites. excellent.

Its only weakness is that once it is cut in half, its body will lose its balance, unable to keep flying and fall to the ground, and then bleed to death.But this kind of creatures often live in groups and can complement each other. Generally speaking, no monsters dare to provoke them.

"Brother Leonardo, I think we need your assistance." Cyril turned to walk up to the man in the strange armor, and looked at him with some weird eyes at first, but soon he put this A slightly suspicious look was hidden.

"Of course, brother Ivor, you don't need to say, I will help you." A muffled laughter came from the armor, and the armor trembled with his body, and Leonor inside Duo looked really happy: "I guess these things can't hurt me, they can't even leave marks on my armor."

Cyril nodded slightly, and then looked at Misha: "Miss Misha, please use plants to help limit their attacks later."

Miss Elf nodded, so Cyril finally turned to Elena, his expression became extremely serious:
"Alina."

"Yes, my lord."

"Remember, don't use fire elements when fighting."

"Ah? Yes...but why?" Elena hesitated.

"Because... set fire to the mountain, and I will sit in prison."

While Cyril was speaking, he had already drawn out his long sword, stretched out his hand and patted the elf standing there, and started to move forward regardless of whether the girl understood the sentence or not.

In the dark forest, the bushes and long grass were rustling under their trampling, and only the spore plants growing on the tall trees could provide them with a little light.Cyril's dark vision made him feel like a duck to water in this environment. The wind listening technique quietly took over every wind in the forest, and passed the surrounding information into Cyril's mind, constructing a distant picture .

"Om..."

When the high-frequency vibration sound reached his ears, Cyril immediately signaled everyone to slow down and lower their voices as much as possible.

The fine leaves were pushed aside by them. When they passed through several bushes and stopped, the pungent smell of blood suddenly rushed to their faces, and what followed them was a messy battlefield.

(End of this chapter)